People often ask why God allows these things to happen, why things like illness and suffering exist. Age old questions, I suppose. I don't think I have the answer. I don't think any of us does. Can there be any explanation to satisfy someone who has lost a friend, a family member, the love of their life? I remember when people would sometimes tell me that God had a reason for taking my dad when he did ... and I remember thinking that whatever the reason was, it sure didn't seem like a good one.
I attended a wedding rehearsal today and found it (as always) a little bittersweet to see the bride walking down the aisle with her dad. I wondered for a moment why God hadn't allowed my dad to walk me down the aisle.
These are just all musing thoughts, and again, no real answers. I guess all I can say is that I still have hope and faith in my Savior. I still believe that he is faithful and that in the end, this life I've lived will make some sense. All of the suffering people now have will one day come to an end, to be replaced by joy and praise and eternal life. God's omniscience will always trump my own knowledge. It isn't so much why do we suffer, but where do we turn for strength when we do suffer, where do we go when we are broken, who can heal the pain.
This is the hymn we sang at our wedding - we don't sing it much in worship any more, but I find the lyrics to be a real comfort.
My faithful Father,                      enduring Friend
                    Your tender mercy’s like a river with no end
                    It overwhelms me, covers my sin
                    Each time I come into Your presence
                    I stand in wonder once again 
CHORUS:
                    Your grace still amazes me
                    Your love is still a mystery
                    Each day I fall on my knees
                    Your grace still amazes me
                    ‘Cause Your grace still amazes me 
Oh, patient Saviour,                      You make me whole 
                     You are the Author and the Healer of my soul 
                     What can I give You, Lord, what can I say 
                     I know there’s no way to repay You 
                     Only to offer You my praise
 
